Sharp Curves

There’s a sharp curve in the road,
where I can’t not think of you
The first time I drove with you,
you told me to be careful.

My brother flipped his jeep there some years later
And I’ll always think of you
when I think of how he’s still here
But you’re gone
You passed quietly
Careful not to tell me how to live
In a way
You’re still quietly
Warning me of the sharp curve ahead


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